If I took her now, I’d drag her from the maze kicking and screaming back to my castle. I’d go back on my word to give her three days to escape, and I’d spend the rest of eternity nestled between her thighs, fucking her into oblivion. She’d hate me for it. I couldn’t bear any more hatred, not after Catherine. Besides, I had enough self-loathing for the both of us for what I was doing to her, how I was driving her into my arms with lies and deceit.
